Cool... having ten capsules a day...

Wow... I'm getting an overdose...

The last time I saw someone taking so much medicine was for the combo (as in diabetes + heart disease) N thaz my grandma...

The bez part is... I dun realli know how to swallow pills... haha...

Can't I juz chew? (^.^lll)

Do you know where you're going to?
Do you like the things that life is showing you?
Where are you going to? Do you know?
Do you get what you're hoping for?
When you look behind there's no open doors
What are you hoping for? Do you know?

Once we were standing still in time
Chasing the fantasies that filled our minds
You knew how I love you but my spirit was free
Laughing at the questions that you once asked of me

Do you know where you're going to?
Do you like the things that life is showing you?
Where are you going to? Do you know?

Now looking back at all we planned
We let so many dreams just slip through our hands
Why must we wait so long before we see?
How sad the answer to those questions can be?

Do you know where you're going to?
Do you like the things that life is showing you?
Where are you going to? Do you know?
Do you get what you're hoping for?
When you look behind there's no open doors
What are you hoping for? Do you know?

Went to the hospital yesterdae...

HoHO....

still alive and kickin.... wonder waz the diagnosis...

I mean why do the doc n nurses always give abstract answers like... "Maybe"... "Perhaps"... "Hopefully is not..." Etc. etc...

First they would say things to relieve you.. then they said things to worry you...

Hello? Any concise answer at all??? Right... gotta go back there anywae...

Anyway... I was sitting at the waiting area yesterdae at SGH... a patient was crossing her arms and sighing right beside me... and in front of us was a beautiful portrait of a vista... was it a sign? Maybe... a sign that I shouldn't defer my plans any further... I was also sighing and stuff when my name was called...

At least mine is not a dire situation yet... I mean I still need to go back there two weeks later to a specialist... but for the lady who had sat beside me... the nez time I saw her.. she was crying her eyes out...

Wonder what happen....

God bless her...

THE IMPORTANCE OF BEING... FRUSTRATED...

"People need trouble. A little frustration to sharpen the spirit on, toughen it. I don't mean you need to live in a rathole or a gutter, but you have to learn fortitude, endurance. Only vegetables are happy."

Gibberish

Right... I am alive.. I am blogging

B3lieve me... I'm kinda depressed these daezz...

I've basically lost the motivation to do anything... everything in fact... except for waking up and sleeping... doing things that is required of me.. like goin for classes... takin medicine.. n... feel sick...

hahaaa...

What have I done these past weeks... it all seemed to be a blur to me... but does it matter really? I don't recall much at all... and it doesn't seems to matter... is not anything worth remembering too...

But... rather.. I recall things about the past (way in the past) vividly than anything that happened.. say.. even yesterday...

Things that I thought I did without fully being into it... like my JC life...

Right.. I got to admit.. I nv try to experience my college life fully... the fact was.. I never bothered..

In that brief period of time... not followin school rules seems to be my subconscious agenda in being in school...

I was always late.. quite intentionally... most of the time... so I do not need to be bothered with the national anthem n pledge

I tried to come as late as possible whenever there is morning PE..

I did not tie up my hair and even got it dyed in J2.. juz to test the school limit.. right.. and I did stupid things like copying down the disciplinary teacher's timetable so I knew how to avoid her while goin for classes...

I skipped a lot of classes... at first I would still get MCs to cover up.. but I kinda get bored and open about it... I juz got lazy getting them...

n the last and final thing which I felt a little (juz a little guilty of) I nv really try to know anyone in school... to me.. school was school.. n nothing else...

It doesn't seem serious at all.. of coz.. I mean.. hey... at least I'm not the sort who go clubbing, drinking, smoking or do drugs.. my results are OK too.. juz a person who kept her distance from the rowdy crowd.. n I bet loads of people did this at some point of their life

Oh... why m I saying all these in my blog anyway... mb I'm realli sick... too sick to care...

The thing is... memory is good as long as you forget about the past...

sounds paradoxical... but there is some truth in it...

isn't it?